Rain

Almost as though I were lost inside, the rain lasts as an abandonment of all hope and passions. Waching from a bleary window, thoughts and dreams fall through the sky in gloomy rivulets of dismal souls ripped asunder. Why does rain resemble so much as tears of anguish? Always annihilating what more could be at ease. Laughs forgotten in the endless forays of time, creating a desecration of already barren hearts, that is rain...

I suppose just another lonely day. Until again I can meet up with my one. Taken from me to be incarcerated. What is nineteen more days of this horrid pain anyway? Why did it have to happen so? Why can't he be free and mine again? Soon, love, soon...